Well they tell me ‘bout the pie up in the sky,
Waiting for me when I die
But between the day you’re born and when you die,
They never seem to hear even your cry.
So as soon as the sun
I'm gonna get my share of
And then the harder they come ,
The harder they fall,
One and all.
Originally Posted by Harry Lime
Put out the joint, step away from the computer and go for a walk.